The act of love . . . is a confession. Selfishness screams aloud, vanity shows off, or else true generosity reveals itself.
Albert Camus
Words of praise in a well turned phrase
Never seem to spring from my heart,
I'm never one who reaches for sentimental speeches;
I'm not versed and I'm not rehearsed
In the kind of words that are smart,
Still I can speak sincerely
I'm going back through time
Before the war this crime
Who would have believed
That they would do it
One April morning
Sometimes it gets real hard,
And I need some kind of output.
For input twice the size of my one inch mind.
So slap me on the hand.
Put it right back down my pants.
Turn me right around.
R.Kelly talking]
Yo what up, my nigga
You know I was in the hood
I just thought I'd stop by
Holler at you for a minute
Pour out a little liquor or something
Understand that you're holding a bomb in your hand
Take control, hand in hand with yourself from now on
Take this advise, aim to the skies
Aim to the skies above
Show me what you're made of
Aunque malgastes el tiempo sin mi cariño
y aunque no quieras este amor que yo te ofrezco
y aunque no quieras pronunciar mi humilde nombre
de cualquier modo yo te seguiré queriendo.
Ta vỗ tay cho thật đều tiếng vỗ tay
Và ta vỗ tay cho thật đều
Để mừng ngày vui ôi ôi ngày vui đã tới
Người ơi ngày vui đã tới trên quê hương ta
Ta vỗ tay cho thật đều tiếng vỗ tay
Quarter after seven, got a phone call
Telling me to get here quick
Said your girl is in a bad situation
They don't know if she's gonna make it
As I hurry to be by her side
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame,
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame,
You've got the banjos strummin' and plunkin' out a tune to beat the band,
The whole plantation's hummin' since you brought Dixie back to Dixieland.
You make your Louis, feel like the king, Mame
